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Here is the opening of A NECROMANCER’S LOVE – Sixth and last book in the WARLOCKS OF THE BLACK OAK – WARLOCKS... University Avenue, Seattle, Present Time Is this meeting even worth it? Harper Grant shifted with impatience on her tattered velvet seat in the condemned Seattle cinema. Her heart pounding, she eyed the cool... Continue Reading →
“One thousand US dollars. Bid starts at one thousand.” Sloane Davenport edged Baby Elsa to her left shoulder as she raised her paddle to accept the bid. With frustration, she shifted on her tapestry seat.
Bryce Jackson slid her damp palms on the wool fabric of her pantsuit and hoisted herself from her stool in the Singing Kraken Tavern. Pushing her drink away with resolve, she eyed him again. *That's it. No more waiting.*
“I love you.” Sin hoped she’d say it back. Say that this was all a mistake, that she acted irrationally, emotional from the remnants of her ordeal. Say that she’d move all those boxes and things straight to the home he’d worked so hard to design for her. Say that she’d marry him.
"Brother.” Justin paced the floor again. Then he stopped right in front of Mag. “One of the hardest thing I ever did was to say goodbye to Angela.”
Nyssa straightened her spine despite the dingy surroundings. “It doesn’t matter where I come from,” she told Mag with a firm tone, “I can easily just walk in this diner and retrieve my sister. You did not need to come.” “I’m the one Vince called.” Mag gently took hold of her elbow, his rich and spicy scent folding over her. “Senora Moreno seems to like you, but Vince and I go a long way.” “Mob.” Nyssa shook her head. “It was written all over him.” “And you disapprove?”
Her sister had been offline for six days now. Dread seeped into Nyssa’s bones as again she imagined Cat’s fate. The child could be hidden somewhere in a freezing rundown trailer outside of town. Coerced into drugs, unable to leave.
